have you ever
thought what life
is? why are we on
life? 
why we die?
it isn't a right
indeed
it's an order.
what about a divine 
punishment? too bad, i'm not a true believer. well, break a spine.
perhaps there 
isn't an answer,
but i don't know 
what can i do
with me.
maybe i'll end
with my existence
yes maybe
i have over 300
ways to get my
eternal reward
so warm
but not today
too much emptly
to straighten me
up 
and die
this tumbledown
room is like myself.    

see how bounces aganist the walls

kick the can

shit, winter makes me sad. it's has been this way for seventeen years. the cold makes me feel how alone and full of emptlyness can my life be. the happy voices and birds' sounds won't help this time. suicide. homicidal intent, a lullaby, a waste of oxygen.

and winter comes again. and winter. again.